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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: dreamscape

A thief tastes street justice first hand.

An old lady has her purse ripped out her grasp. Unluckily for a someone, neighborhood hoodlums see and approach. The petty thief tries running but is caught quick.


How quick? Quicker than his ass ready for.


Who the hoodlums assume a granny is given one of their plastic chairs – the one that struck the brainy purse snatcher. She sits and unexpectedly witness to in broad daylight, the man’s body subjected to sticks and bottles.


Lion pride on a gazelle.


He begs for death and apologizes mixed in. The men’s rage carry them on. Don’t ask where they got it. A glass beer bottle converted in to a flambeau or Molotov cocktail. Made ready just for him.


He knows what’s coming but obeys them to run anyway. Once a distance. Sails through the air, shattering into the ground near him, the bursting flame set this one into a bigger flambeau.


Author’s note – thematically shares vigilante justice of earlier Neighbourhood Vigilance and Lex Talionis. All too easy for us to take matters in our own hands.

Date – 6 April 2020


Submitted: April 07, 2020

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I bet he just wished he'd kept on walking and left that woman alone. The retribution was definitely disproportionate to the crime, though.

Tue, April 7th, 2020 6:19pm


None thought about proportion, say a code of the street. Interpret as sending a message.

Tue, April 7th, 2020 12:53pm

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